*SPOILER WARNING*

IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED STAR WARS: KNIGHTS OF THE OLD REPUBLIC (KOTOR), KNOW THAT MAJOR SPOILERS ARE UP AHEAD. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

PLOT DETAILS REGARDING AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR WILL ALSO BE REVEALED

This fanfiction takes place 4 years after the events of KOTOR, and during the events of Avengers: Infinity War. In this timeline, Revan's journey in the game goes a little different than you may know, but most of the key plot-points are the same. Revan in this version is played by Keanu Reeves, just because a.) he's so perfect for the role and b.) it works a little nicer than a vague description, which will still be given, of course. Small modifications have been made to Revan's backstory, as well, but nothing too fancy. His whereabouts following KOTOR have also been adjusted for the purposes of this story. Now that we have that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!

Even four years later, the day Revan left the Jedi Order was still fresh on his mind.

His name was Elijah Zaykanian then. For weeks, he had been arguing with the Jedi over what balance of the Force truly was. Maximizing Light and pushing the Dark to extinction? Equality between both sides?

Eventually, the Jedi High Council summoned him to discuss the matter. He argued that to achieve balance, one must study all aspects of the Force, both Dark and Light - assuming there was a division to begin with. The Jedi likened the Dark Side to a disease. They said that balancing disease and health through your body is nothing but harmful, and that balancing dark and light would yield the same result. They said that even touching into the Dark Side could get you pulled in. Elijah didn't bring up the fact that he had done so many times during his time as a Jedi out of fear that he would be expelled on the spot.

He said that the reason the Jedi argued so was because their only experience with the Dark Side was with the Sith. Elijah believed the reason the Sith became so evil was because they abused the Dark Side's power. They became addicted, in a way. He explained that, with proper training, the Jedi could learn to use the Dark Side for good. What else were they supposed to do with their negative emotions? Suppress them? Many had turned to the Sith because of this. You cannot destroy them. And if you ignore them, they will find a way to spout up one way or another. Why not put them to better use?

The Council sent him away so that they could discuss the matter in private. Elijah thanked them for listening and went on his way. He met Bastila on the way out.

She urged him to abandon these views he held before he set himself on the path that Darth Revan took.

He caressed her cheek. "I would never touch that path again," he said. "I resist it for you." He didn't need to tell her that he loved her. That last part delivered it well enough.

She took his hand. "We shouldn't fell this way about each other," she said. Where had he heard that before? "And yet we do," she finished, looking into his eyes. Elijah smiled.

"I have some studying I've been wanting to do in the library," she said to him. "I'll see you later." Elijah nodded.

He spent the next few hours until the council summoned him again helping Carth Onasi, his pilot and close friend, do some ship repairs. He usually enjoyed it, usually for the small talk they would have as they were working. This time, though, he was anxious all the way through, waiting to be summoned. Finally, they called upon him. He requested that Bastila come, too. He just... felt that he needed her there.

They told him to abandon his "dangerous doctrines", or be expelled from the Order. He tried to argue, but they had made their decision.

Elijah clenched his fists. He would have snapped, but he decided to prove the Council wrong at least once. He was thirty-eight year old, battle-hardened warrior, not a bratty teenager. He wore scars from dozens of battles. Bastila tried to console him. But it was too late. He made up the mind the moment he left the Council Chambers. It wasn't so much that they had rejected his new outlook on the Force. It was more how they did it. He had saved the galaxy from total domination a mere four years ago. After he found out the Jedi had lied to him about his identity. But he nearly sacrificed his own life so that Bastila and his allies could escape the Leviathan. His love for Bastila didn't decrease in any way shape or form after he found out she lied to him. He was angry - no, furious - at her afterward, but he still cared enough to be willing put her before himself. He stormed the biggest battle station in galactic history with no more help than that of his assassin droid, HK-47, and Bastila Shan. He crippled an empire that a mere few days before seemed unstoppable. And let's not even get started on the Mandalorian War...

Bastila practically begged him not to leave. Why shouldn't he? Not even she defended him. She said not a word when they were in there. Was she that blindly loyal to the Jedi?

Elijah stopped. No...

Not Elijah...

That was what the Jedi called him.

Who was he?

He didn't even know.

They tore his identity away. Gave him a new one. As a slave to their Order.

Who was he?

"Elijah, please!" Bastila said. She was about to continue when he interrupted.

"Elijah..."

He chuckled to himself. He turned and looked her into the eye.

"That's what you called me," he said. "What the Jedi called me."

He looked up as he thought to himself.

"And I am not a Jedi."

He could sense the fright coming from Bastila. The confusion. What he felt when he discovered his identity as the former Dark Lord of the Sith.

"I..."

"Elijah, no..."

"Am..."

"Don't do this..."

He paused.

He closed his eyes.

He opened them again.

And he spoke the name Bastila dreaded to hear.

"Revan."

He saw a tear roll down Bastila's face.

"Tell Carth that the Hawk is his."

He left her there, at the steps of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. His ship, the Ebon Hawk, was given to Carth as requested, and he left.

And that was the last time he saw her in four years.

He had changed greatly since then.

He swapped his Jedi robes for Revan's. Put on his mask. Swapped his pair of blue and green lightsabers for red and purple ones. He learned Sith abilities, like Force Lightning and Choke, he mastered the ability to use fear and shadows to his advantage. And he did it all to protect those who needed protection. Not for self-gain. Not power. Not riches. Not anything else. For the sakes of others. For four years he did this. For four years he proved the Jedi wrong.

At the moment, he had just returned from dealing with some pirates in the Vorbasi System. He was going to Anadu to rest and resupply when he suddenly pulled out of hyperspace. He felt a disturbance in the Force. There was black hole a little less than a parsec away. Why was he getting an extremely strong urge to go through?

This was suicide. He knew that. He was no physicist, but he knew black holes were bad news. He would get torn to shreds before he made it through. This was confirmed fact. But wait...

What if he hyperspaced through it? Plunge through faster than he could be pulled apart? He could feel the distress pouring in from the other side. If that was the other side, that is. Was he honestly at the point where he was considering an action that may or may not definitely kill him? Well... Maybe he was.

He gulped as he aimed his ship at the black and started flying towards it. The moment he noticed a pull, he would jump and immediately re-enter realspace. "Well... here goes nothing..." he said. He felt a pull. He was aimed straight at the hole.

He made the jump.